Busy-ness

I don't have much time on the internet these days. I'm still not telling most folks who know me about this blog, so it's kind of a challenge to get online and write without being found out. But since I like living on the edge, I'm typing as a friend sits across the table from me. Keeping my fingers crossed that she doesn't get out her seat and take a peek at the screen.

I would really love to write about Coretta Scott King's funeral, and how/why Bill Clinton received that much applause. I'd like to talk about why the audience was so tough on George Bush, Sr. and why one of the speakers felt it was okay to diss the President when he was less than twelve feet away. I have lots and lots to say about that stuff, but ... no time. I guess I could make time, but then I'll be all moody and anxious about not using time wisely, etc.

It's all about the bar exam, hoss. I feel pretty good about it today. This is the last stretch ... I'm kind of shocked at how quickly time passes.

Happy Friday to you and yours. Don't drink and drive. If you do, you are being an idiot. And I will work extra hours to sue the hell out of you for any damage that you cause once I get the coveted law license. I mean that; I have a thing about drunk drivers.